Kenya is a country of fads.
They are with us-always unifying us into one faddy whole.
Take it from me, the Redeemed International Gospel Christian Church of Kenya [RIGCCK], the religious institution, I usually while away my Sundays at, has a new preacher-a Nigerian.
And he did not take control because he has more holy power than the average Kenyan pastor, but just because he is Nigerian-and every other church already has one, so we just got him to keep up with the pack.
Still don’t believe that we are faddy?
Who knew that Kenyan men would ever…ever, ever, ever take jeans that hug their bodies [crotches and all] as some form of popular fashion?
I almost died from disgust the first time I saw a man walk around town in what I now know is skinny jeans. And pity on me, it caught on.
We are a faddy people.
So when AFC Leopards bring in a white Coach, and he performs, Gor fly their hooks to Croatia and unearth theirs. He performs.
The fad thrives as Nyamweya [I mean the federation] gets “his” team a Frenchman-who can’t speak English.
This then becomes evidence for Sofapaka that it is the whiteness [I am not racist, just an observation] that brings out the results, so they scout around and pounce on an Englishman.
And it goes on.
Now Kolongolo FC, have their own white coach-I have never seen him but the name Cliff Cox sure sounds white to me.
The sad thing is, like with all fads I have seen in my day, they never last.
And that is why I am bracing myself for the day when some team will start winning matches after training naked…and it becomes a trend.